This is a song about "Dead babies"

I'm killing off,all the babies

You gotta breathe and be at ease

"slim shady, hotter than a set of twin babies"

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

And staying on your smell, uh, licing, twenty year old tween pimple poppin babies

I'm why baby mamas leave

Handicapping amass babies

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

I hope not because i cant be dealing with little babies,

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

I keep the competition crying just like they babies,

Slaying when campaigning punching babies as if i was cam brady/

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

Slaying when campaigning punching babies as if i was cam brady/

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy